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The first imprint of motherhood

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Her heart was beating uncontrollably. The thoughts made her smile.

She was incredibly excited and overwhelmed.

Her body was shivering, with the uncontrollable energy, she had exerted for the journey.

She was pale and blood was oozing out of her.

Some invisible hands were helping her stop bleeding and cleaning up.

She was totally absorbed in the excitement, her eyes searching for someone.

someone she was truly waiting for.

Someone who has transformed her in a second

Even if she was tired, uncontrollably happy that her body could not handle the happiness, her eyes waited

she was feeling cold, she wanted the warmth..held herself up on that not so comfy surface, eyes searching, she could hear a small tiny voice, but could not see what it looked like.

The seconds were killing her, all she wanted was a glimpse

Finally, her smiled before even her lips could put it up

And she was gifted at the very moment when they lay her baby girl in her arms all wrapped and cozy with her cute little face and incredibly small hands out of the wrap.

she was overjoyed, happier than ever, luckier than ever and wealthier too.

She kissed her lil one, fed her the first bite of welcome drink from her very own breasts feeling the powerfulness and the worthiness of being a mom and giving a new life.

The first touch of her angel on her bare chest with those tiny hands were giving her goosebumbs.

The joy was unexplainable, all she wanted was to cuddle with her angel, and never be out of her sight.

All her pain, discomfort, shy everything just vanished into thin air.

The smiling face of her angel and the feel of her lips on her while sucking the milk remained in her heart forever and ever.

Leaving her first stepping stone in motherhood, an imprint forever.

Memories floating in

As I woke up early up in the morning ,with my two lil girls cuddled up near me, I could feel that there is no other joy that can satisfy me in this world, other than being a mom. A blessing for my life turned my life positive and interesting. Until then I was just a girl ,with strong interests, but now, I selflessly fall in love .

The sweet Lil angels sleeping near me has transformed me into someone I may have never ever imagined to be ones. I remember the time as a child when I was more like a grumpy soul, now I can smile for simple things.

Enjoy the naughty things they do and even recollect all the small naughty lil things they did any day. I guess every second in my life is touched and purified by their presence.

As I was sitting next to them in the early hours of the morning before even the sunshine peeps into my room, I could see my kids , the memories of their first arrival in our lives was so fresh and unique.

When my first angel arrived, the mom in me was so tensed,excited, blurred, confused, happy and what not. As she popped out of me , so tiny and cute taking away all my pains of childbirth in a second , as if she came out with a magic wand in her hand and just swished it so that I am lost in a wonderland with her .She copped with my mistakes, my ignorance , my insecurities, my boredom , my lack of experience everything. She taught me how to hold a baby, so tight that none can take her away from me. She taught how to feed her .She taught me how to even play with her. She was my teacher . She made me fall in love. She took me by her little tiny fingers to the world of her own imagination .

she again motivated me to invite another motherhood journey.

With my second one, I was not amateur , but again we had to learn to cooperate, share, be friends, focus, and much more. She came into my life when I was all ready for her. As she came out of me, cutting away from the tag that she carried all along those 9 months of her life inside me I was overwhelmed, overjoyed, excited, tired , but yes she too brought a magic wand of happiness and all my weariness vanished .It was like God has made me double strong to deal with my little girls who were sure to rock my world. She is different from her sister and that made me happier. I never wanted to nurture two similar kids, they must be different , being same is no fun.

As I began with the second journey of being a mom , I hold the hands of my Lil ones who take my hands and walk beside me, making me feel proud of what am now. Whatever I do in work or life, I know overall AM A HAPPY MOM!!!!!

Being mommy

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I was looking through old photographs of my lovely little daughter after her arrival in our life. 

The moment she was born, I was so excited to see her, I forgot all the pain and tension and the world around me. It was only her , seeing her well lit face , brought sunshine into my life. I touched her hands and legs tenderly ,so soft and smooth. Her eyes all closed as she was sleeping in my arms, I wanted her beside me in my arms forever.

Whenever I hear her sounds, I was excited. When she cries, I sit wondering how to calm her cry because I never knew what to do , and of course my mom came for rescue in such situations. I was learning being a mother, how to do , what to do and when to do.

Its true that whenever a child is born a mother is born too, and mothers are learning in every stage how to be a better mom. All mothers love unconditionally their kids , and I realize how much I love her whenever I look into her eyes , I can see the happiness , the protectiveness , the  love , the care  , the feel  and when I hold her closely to my heart. 

First few weeks were totally a mess in my life, never knew where to start , and what to do, and by following the expert advises from  my mom and grand mom , I could succeed to little bit.

The sleepless nights ,the wetting beds , all those troubles transforms into loving memories , when our kids grow up and it becomes the best stories in life which we lived through. All mothers feel so proud to tell about their kids, how they are are , what they are . For every Mother , their kid will be the naughtiest and the sweetest and cutest. 

Love to all  mothers . Motherhood is a true blessing.